"Me? Objective? Are you joking?" he asked, trying to force his hands to stop shaking when Stephen took them in his and swearing furiously when he couldn't. "I've made my choice about this plan on yours. You're not doing it; somebody else can risk their life, okay? You're not in the Order or the Aurors, you don't need to do this."
He wrapped his arms tightly around Stephen, resting his forehead against his shoulder and breathing deeply because the last thing he wanted to do was cry. "I'm not like you, I can't do that. Baby, I believe in you- It's everybody else I don't believe in. Terry was there when Sophia died and he couldn't save her; I don't want-" His throat clicked and he shut up, unwilling to even say the words.
"If we have children, you can't go anywhere and they can't be mine," he said, still not looking up at him. "I- Not my genes. I don't want that."